Thematic Bible




Thematic Bible





My eyes grow weary with respect to what you have promised I keep asking, "When will you comfort me?"

Yet, when he heard that Lazarus was ill, he stayed where he was for two more days.

But I am poor and needy; may the Lord think about me. You are my help and deliverer. My God, do not tarry too long! To the Director: A Davidic Psalm.

I am exhausted from calling for help. My throat is parched. My eyes are strained from looking for God.

Martha told Jesus, "Lord, if you had been here, my brother would not have died.





My eyes grow weary with respect to what you have promised I keep asking, "When will you comfort me?"

Yet, when he heard that Lazarus was ill, he stayed where he was for two more days.

But I am poor and needy; may the Lord think about me. You are my help and deliverer. My God, do not tarry too long! To the Director: A Davidic Psalm.

I am exhausted from calling for help. My throat is parched. My eyes are strained from looking for God.

Martha told Jesus, "Lord, if you had been here, my brother would not have died.



For even the Messiah did not please himself. Instead, as it is written, "The insults of those who insult you have fallen on me."

Deliver me, God, because the waters are up to my neck. I am sinking in deep mire, and there is no solid ground. I have come into deep water, and the flood overwhelms me. I am exhausted from calling for help. My throat is parched. My eyes are strained from looking for God. read more.
Those who hate me without cause are more than the hairs of my head. My persecutors are mighty, and they want to destroy me. Must I be forced to return what I did not steal? God, you know my sins, and my guilt is not hidden from you. Do not let those who look up to you be ashamed because of me, Lord God of the Heavenly Armies. Let not those who seek you be humiliated because of me, God of Israel. I am being mocked because of you. Dishonor overwhelms me. I am a stranger to my brothers, a foreigner to my mother's sons. Zeal for your house consumes me, and the mockeries of those who insult you fall on me.




My eyes grow weary with respect to what you have promised I keep asking, "When will you comfort me?"

Yet, when he heard that Lazarus was ill, he stayed where he was for two more days.

But I am poor and needy; may the Lord think about me. You are my help and deliverer. My God, do not tarry too long! To the Director: A Davidic Psalm.

I am exhausted from calling for help. My throat is parched. My eyes are strained from looking for God.

Martha told Jesus, "Lord, if you had been here, my brother would not have died.



I am exhausted from calling for help. My throat is parched. My eyes are strained from looking for God.


I am exhausted from calling for help. My throat is parched. My eyes are strained from looking for God.